IN the Name of Love: Part 3

If he was Ranjha then she was his mother. She had given birth to him and knew how to make him obey. ‘Well, you are going to marry her. She is innocent in all this, you created this mess for her, not a toy you could play with and leave. No son of mine does

In the name of Love: Part 2

Heer was a classically beautiful girl and came from a traditional household  where family always came first. A man could come to ask for the hand of a girl in marriage from her elders but it was utter disrespect what Ranjha did. Still she became his in name and all and sundry got the news

In the Name of Love: Part 1

She was happy, jubilant in an extended family gathering. At seventeen, an engagement had been announced to Heer by a hunk of a man and any girl could be envious of her good luck. He was a desirable man, very handsome and wanted to marry her, what more she could ask for. She fell in

Out of the Ashes

I have risen out of the ashes A night so long Blacker than black With my feet tired and cracked A journey of heaven and earth And this whole universe I have wandered once and over Every night and all night But time stood still Now the moment has ticked And I have risen with

Colour of Solace

It resides in the depth of your eyes The beauty Eyes the colour of azure waters Life is what else but your voice And what you say Words of gold I can sew them in my pores and wrap myself in their heat in the dark winter under my skin and put them on my

In the Name of Love

Prologue Heer was sitting on a bedstead set at the roof. It was a clear night and moonlight was illuminating everything; the mountains, the trees, wrinkles of her face, the straight unsmiling lips and shadows hidden in her eyes. Her eyes were trained on her hands lying in her lap.   “so, I am old now.”

I am a woman

I was not thinking about it but it just came to me The moment of truth, the realisation That in moral, I am not independent And all because I am a woman They blow the horns of deception and lies Keep singing you are independent But the whisper behind the hands reach to me On

LOve

love, love, love…love. I am sick of it. It is everywhere and, I mean, everywhere like COVID 19(Just to make you understand). That greatly looked for, vied for, great, great love that is not so great. If only. You may also wish for the moon. This love is talk of the town. Meaning, our globe.